[video] THURSDAY EVENING

[jimkirk]

[ Jim manages to look none the worse for wear, though if you knew him well, you'd be able to tell he's tired. That smile is totally fake - like, faker than usual - and his laid back attitude has some strain underneath the surface. ]

You know, it would be just my luck to volunteer to lead an expedition on a backwater planet with dinosaurs running around. And poisonous snakes, too. We gotta get like a bestiary going or something. Christ.

Well, anyway, looks like we're all back in one piece, though some of us required bandages and whatnot to get here.

Mission accomplished, right? And no casualties, which I think we can count as the most important parts.

Miss...Potts, right? You want a report, I got it.

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[pepperspray]

[Pepper, unusually for these broadcasts, has her apartment as her backdrop rather than the controlled bustle of the hospital. She looks to have just returned from there, however, as she's shed only the jacket of the business suit she's still insisting on wearing when working. Her expression is friendly but alert, eyes narrowed slightly as she studies Jim.]

May I be the first offer congratulations then, Captain. I have some sympathy for ending up at the head of a procession just after leaving the ship... and I definitely want that report. Did you secure the, um, package?

And it's just really hit me that spoken word code sounds pretty ridiculous outside of spy movies.

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[tiptoeing]

You've actually seen them? The dinosaurs, that is. I met one who talks, but she's not native to this planet.

If you need more in the way of bandages, I'm sure we can spare some at the hospital.